“Ryan!” I wailed. “God!”
His fingers dug into my hips as he used them for leverage, pounding in and out of me at a frantic pace.
“I love this tight little cunt,” he growled.
The smack smack smack of skin against skin was almost deafening. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it in my ears and my breath was nothing more than a series of gasps. His balls smacked against my pussy with each forward thrust, and I knew I was going to come again. With my right hand I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit as he thrust.
“That’s right,” he praised, “come on my cock again, baby. Get me good and wet.”
I saw stars when my body exploded, my pussy clenching around him as I buried my face in my bedding and screamed. He pulled me back hard, his cock as far inside of me as it could go. I thought I could feel him in my ribcage.
The moment I felt the heat of his release inside of me, my orgasm doubled, my breath leaving me in a whoosh as I continued to come. I’d never known it would feel like that, the hotness of his cum hitting my womb having an almost aphrodisiac effect.
I slumped forward, almost faint because I’d forgotten to breathe for a few seconds. Flat on my stomach, I shivered as Ryan continued thrusting in and out as he finished cumming. His movements caused my clit to rub against the bed, and I bit my lip as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me before wrapping an arm around my waist and turning over so I was on top of him, my back to his front. He stayed inside of me, barely softening. The harsh sounds of our breathing filled the room as he ran his hands up and down my stomach.
“Can’t wait to see this stomach growing our babies,” he murmured.
“It could be happening even as we speak,” I whispered.
“That’s the hope,” he said. “And that’s why I’m not pulling out yet. I want to make sure you’ve got plenty inside of you to do the work. We’ll give those swimmers a chance and then I’ll give you some more. I’ll have you pregnant in no time.”
I couldn’t believe how turned on I got hearing that.
“Are we crazy?”
He laughed beneath me. “I think we’d be crazy if we ignored this. I knew the second I saw you that you were mine. This is our life, baby. And we’re going to spend it together.”
I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my middle and hugged me to him.
“I knew, too,” I admitted.
Knowing we were on the same page was priceless.
7
A few hours later, after some amazing shower sex and a little nap, Ryan’s sister Jamie texted and asked if he would bring me to Sunday dinner. Ryan assured me that I didn’t have to go if I felt in any way uncomfortable, but I was excited to meet his family. I spent the afternoon making cupcakes in my kitchen while also watching Stranger Things with Ryan on Netflix. I finished putting the cupcakes in my Tupperware container when he came and wrapped his arms around me.
“I think we should make a plan for this week,” he announced. “What day did you book into the spa?”
“Wednesday from nine in the morning to around three o’clock.”
His hands rubbed softly up and down my back as he smiled down at me. “So we’re free to do whatever we want the rest of the time?”
“Yep. We can have dinner every night after you’ve finished work.”
I hated the idea of not seeing him for so many hours a day. He’d told me the day before he tended to leave work after eight. I was normally getting into bed around that time. I worried about how we would be able to combine our schedules.
He shook his head. “That’s just not going to work,” he said.
My heart dropped. What kind of relationship were we going to have if we only saw each other on weekends?
I dropped my chin and bit my lip. “So we won’t see each other until Friday night?”
Ryan chuckled as he put two fingers under my chin and tilted it back.
“I’d never survive that long without you. When I said it wasn’t going to work, I meant seeing each other for dinner isn’t enough time. Since you’re on vacation this week, so am I. I already emailed my partner and my assistant and told them I'd be out. That means we have this whole week to ourselves. So if there’s anything you want to do, let me know. I’ve got nothing but time for you, sweetheart.”
My lower lip quivered as I stared up at him with tear-filled eyes.
“You did that for me?”
Cupping either side of my face, he smiled. “You’ll learn there’s nothing I won’t do for you, Julia.”
* * *
Dinner at his sister's house was a blast. Emmett was super excited to see me again, and his sisters, Rosalie and Alice, were a hoot. They oohed and aahed over my cupcakes, and then asked if they could visit me at work so they could see what working in a bakery was like.
Jamie was as sweet as Ryan had said she would be. When he introduced me to her, she burst into tears and pulled me in for a hug. I laughed because I could feel her baby kicking as her stomach rested against mine.
“You’re the answer to so many prayers,” she cried.
Her husband Harrison was a delight as well. Funny and charming, he went out of his way to welcome me to their family. We all wound up in the kitchen to help with dinner so Jamie wouldn’t “over exert” herself, something her husband and Ryan were very serious about. For all intents and purposes, they prepared the entire meal while Jamie and I sat at the counter and talked. My sum contribution was slicing the French bread while Jamie took out the grated cheese to put on the spaghetti. Harrison took the kids to set the table, and Jamie followed along after them, issuing instructions.
Ryan took the opportunity to give me a quick kiss, one that left me wanting more.
“I told you my family would love you. Now we just have to worry about me meeting your dad. What if he hates me and shows up with a shotgun demanding I leave his daughter alone?”
I laughed and elbowed him in the stomach. “Oh, hush. My dad will surprise you,” I assured him. “He raised me to go with my gut and trust my instincts. The very fact that I feel so strongly about you will earn you his favor before he ever says a word to you.”
“Yeah?”
It was sweet that he was worried.
“Absolutely,” I murmured. “Trust me on this.”
He pulled me in close and hugged me. “That’s good since you might be growing a little version of us in there even as we speak. If you aren’t yet, you will be soon. I’ve got more than enough to keep you full of me for years to come.”
My nipples pebbled as I shivered. Why was that so hot?
“Mm,” he growled, “I love the way that turns you on. Just wait until I get you home.”
I smiled as I relaxed against him. We’d decided to spend the night at my house, followed by two nights at his. On the drive to dinner, Ryan had point blank asked what the terms of my lease were. When I told him I’d been living in my apartment for so many years that I was on a month-to-month lease, he lit up.
“You’ll be out of there in no time,” he said confidently.
8
I woke up with a groan, my heart already racing. This was because my woman was bobbing up and down on my cock. My low sex drive was a thing of the past. It was quite clear all I’d ever needed was Julia. With her, I was perpetually hard and always ready to go. We’d been living together for two weeks, and each day was better than the one before. I loved everything about her.
My voice was raspy as I called out to her. “Sweetheart,” I murmured. “Your mouth feels so good.”
She responded by bringing her head up and sliding her tongue around my aching tip. Fuck, she knew how much I loved that.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to the perfection that was between my thighs. My already hard cock swelled even more at the barely visible sight of Julia’s naked body. It was still dark out, the only light in the room being from the reflection of the moon.
“Mm,” she moaned, as she
took me in until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.
I fisted the sheets, arching my back as I growled her name.
“You’ve got me right on the edge,” I warned. “Judging by how wet my cock feels, I know you’ve been playing with me for a while.”
Her eyes were playful and she nodded, her mouth still crammed full of my dick.
“We don’t waste this cum, do we baby?”
Her eyes were full of heat as she shook her head.
“That’s right,” I rasped. “You don’t get to swallow until you’re pregnant. After that you can have all the cum you want—until it’s time for me to knock you up again.”
I’d figured out early that my woman loved dirty talk. The way she picked up speed on my cock told me she was turned on and ready.
“Climb up here and milk my big dick with your tight pussy,” I ordered.
She moaned as she popped off my dick and maneuvered her way above me. When she was in position she fisted my cock and held me in place as she slowly started to take it in. She went slow, one inch at a time. When her bottom finally touched down, I was half crazy. Her inner muscles clenched around me as she leaned forward and kissed me.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly.
I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me tight as I rocked up into her.
“With you, it’s always a good morning,” I answered.
We took it slow, kissing passionately as we ran our hands all over each other. I’d never been a morning person before Julia—but once I had her, I greeted every day with a giant fucking smile. There was nothing I hadn’t changed for her, including my schedule. When I went back to work after our weeklong vacation – or, as we called it, our sex-a-thon—I started working at six in the morning until two in the afternoon. I also delegated a hell of a lot more. I didn’t care about money anymore, either. I had enough to support us and a busload full of children for the rest of our lives. The only thing I cared about working for anymore was Julia.
We continued rocking against each other slowly, until she made the little noise low in her throat that I knew meant she needed more. Flipping us over so that she was on the bottom, I told her to wrap her legs around my waist. Bracing myself over her, I picked up the pace. My eyes were glued to where we were joined as she slid her hand between us and began working her clit. Something about watching her fingers working while I pounded in and out of her tight pussy drove me nuts.
She tightened up around me, her legs locking up at my waist as she started chanting my name.
“Ryan… Ryan… Ryan,” she cried breathlessly. “I’m there!”
The second her little pussy seized up around me and I felt a surge of her wetness, I let go. I yelled her name as I filled her with cum, fucking into her hard as she met me thrust for thrust.
“Take it,” I rasped. “Take it all.”
When we were both spent, I collapsed onto her for a few seconds before carefully pulling out as I tried to leave as much cum inside of her as possible.
Looking over at the clock, I grinned. Four-thirty in the morning had never felt so damn good. I set my head on the pillow next to hers, and then took her hand in mine. Raising it to my lips, I kissed her wrist.
“I need to tell you something important,” I murmured.
Her head turned towards mine quickly.
“Is everything okay?”
I nodded, kissing her wrist again. “Everything is better than okay,” I assured her. “But I can’t wait one more second to tell you how much I love you.”
Her smile lit up her entire face. She gave my fingers a squeeze as she sighed happily. “I love you, too. So much.”
I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
“There’s one more thing,” I continued when I pulled back.
Her brows went up. “There’s more?”
Letting go of her hand, I sat up and turned away. Yanking open my bedside drawer, I pulled out an instantly recognizable blue jewelry box and faced her again.
“There’s more,” I grinned. “Julia Kaye, will you marry me?”
She sat up fast, throwing herself into my arms as she cried.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
What a way to start the day, and our life together. Later on, we figured out we’d probably started something else that day as well.
Nine months later our daughter Luna was born.
Epilogue
Emmett’s eyes flew to mine when he opened his cake box.
“This is… wow, Aunt Julia. It’s perfect. I can’t believe you remembered.”
I smiled through my tears as I hugged him. “Of course I remembered your bots cake,” I teased.
It was hard to believe almost sixteen years had passed since the door to Sweet Like Candy opened, and I met the man who changed my life. None of that ever would’ve happened if Emmett hadn’t been so adamant about having a custom-made robot cake. I’d made him more than a dozen cakes throughout the years, but this one was extra special. It marked the beginning of a new journey for him. The following morning, he was leaving for college. It was only ninety minutes away, but to his parents, Ryan and I, it was massive.
“Oh Lordie,” my daughter Jessa laughed, “is Mom crying?”
I stepped back from Emmett and held my fingers a teeny bit apart. “Maybe just a little,” I admitted.
“Just a little like Daddy cried when Luna graduated middle school? Or like you cried when Rosalie announced she was pregnant?”
I sniffle-laughed as I shook my head. “Both,” I admitted.
The kids both kissed me on the cheek before Emmett turned and took his robot cake into the kitchen. Jessa trailed along after him, bragging about how she’d helped me make the cake. I watched them go with a smile, loving how close everyone was.
Our families were so close and so intertwined. Ryan and I had four children: Luna, Jessa, Mason, and Kerri, while Jamie and Harrison had gone all the way with the Twilight theme. After Rosalie, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Edward and Bella were born, she’d even gone back for one more, giving birth to Charlie. We joked that our kids were a gang, and we all loved it.
My body lit up when my husband came and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Relaxing into him, I sighed when he pushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck.
“What’s this I hear about my woman crying?” he asked.
I shook my head as I turned in his arms. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smiled up at him.
“Happy tears,” I assured him.
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “I promise.”
“Good,” he said gruffly. “You know I hate seeing you sad.”
He did, too. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make me happy, and I was the same with him. It was why our marriage worked the way it did.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
He grinned as he leaned in and did just that.
Sixteen years and four children later, every part of me still lit up for him. It didn’t get any better than that.
Thank You
Thank you for reading Sweet Like Candy. I hope you enjoyed this over-the-top love story.
If you would be so kind as to leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, I would really appreciate it!
Can’t wait to share my next Erotic Intentions Books with you!
xo, Evie
About the Author
Evie Harrison writes what she loves. Strong and sexy alpha men being brought to their knees in an instant when they meet the women they love. Each of her books will contain insta love, incredible passion, and sizzling sex.
Click my logo & follow me on Goodreads!
If you’re visually inclined and like erotic photos & videos go ahead and click the tumblr link to visit my page. WARNING: VERY ADULT!! NSFW!!!
For More Information
@TheEvieHarrison
AuthorEvieHarrison
Also by Evie Harrison
Sweet Like Candy: An Erotic Intentions Book Page 6